The Devil Inside Me (a short story)

It's been a long time since I felt completely whole, ya know. Like, I wake up in the morning and I make coffee and I smoke cigarettes, and the rest of the day I yearn for that ritual - that simple doing of something that makes complete sense to me. I dunno. It's bland to … Continue reading The Devil Inside Me (a short story)

Top O’ The Mornin’ To Ya (a short story)

"Yellow is my opposite color," she said through the bit of sleep still entangling her. I laughed for a moment and asked her what she meant, but consciousness wasn't around her enough for her to hear me. "And what about blue?" I asked through smiling teeth. Her eyes opened and looked at me before she … Continue reading Top O’ The Mornin’ To Ya (a short story)